a little bit about me:
I was born in 1978 in Dublin,
I have one older sister Victoria, this woman is class. she has everything Brains (she is a scientist), Looks– growing up with a good looking sister is not easy introducing your friends to your sister and they all want to date her, Talent she was in a singing group. and to top it off she is really nice as well, I have spent 43 years looking for her faults but I still have not found them.
- Family: My father die when I was eight years old.
- My mother raised me and my sister by herself.
- Aunt: everybody should have an aunt that’s cool, I had lots. My Aunts Pat, Rita and Bobby where a central part of my upbringing. instilling wisdom and swear words.
if my life was a book the central Character would be my mother, Celine.
I have never met a woman more dedicated to motherhood than my mom and also so naive.
my mother went without food to make sure myself and my sister ate, had clothes on our backs and shoes on our feet.
a great song was written by Al Piantadosi in 1925. and it highlights how I see my mother Pal of My Cradle Days
You sacrificed everything for me
I stole the gold from your hair
I put the silver threads down
I don’t know anyway
I could ever repay
Pal of my cradle days
growing up in Dublin in the eighties and nineties was an amazing time to be alive.
Friends made then, were the best I have ever had. the experiences and the city of Dublin were unrepeatable. A snapshot of highs and lows.
my early life was easy, maybe not at the time but looking back and knowing I did not have bills, responsibilities, when a major issue was the heartbreak you felt after you split from your first love, or starting in a new school and not knowing anybody.
when I look back I remember with fondness my life that I have lived, I remember being seventeen, in love, having a six pack and I don’t mean beer, the feeling of invincibility and my body not being sore when I get up in the morning. I miss them days.